Fyodor Dostoevsky, “The Idiot”

“The thought steps in, whether one likes it or no, that death is so terrible and powerful that even He who conquered it in His miracles during life was unable to triumph over it at last. He who called to Lazarus, ‘Lazarus, come forth!’ and the dead man lived– He was Himself a prey to nature and death. Nature appears to one, looking at this picture, as some huge, implacable, dumb mobster; or still better– a stranger simile– some enormous mechanical engine of modern days which has seized and crushed and swallowed up a great and invaluable Being, a Being worth nature and all her laws, worth the whole earth, which was perhaps created merely for the sake of the advent of that Being.”

Cornell Woolrich, “Night Has a Thousand Eyes”

“Each unto himself has his own world that he looks out upon, and though someone else were to stand upon the very selfsame inch of ground your feet were placed upon, guided by chalk marks, he would not see the same things you did. There would have been two different views there, not just one. Or is there any world at all, I wondered, out there before us as we look upon it; may it not be inside, behind the eyes, and out from nothing, just a blank infinite?”